The questions annoy him.

"I don't care for those creatures." Really, Scaramouche has beat up a lot of them in the past. "I think it would be more interesting to spar with you instead."

He cocks his head a little to the right and a small and rather sly smile appears around his lips. "Isn't this what you wanted, Childe? A punching bag, for yourself to use?" The smile broadens a little as he approaches the taller man and this time the purple flicker in his eyes stay, clear for the other to see.

"Come at me."